Humankind
We're all parched to belong to one another—
In this very race. But the pace
Is just how we meet—
We’re locking throats together,
Rather than open the drought in our face,
To the song of our hearts’ beat.
We all come alone—
You have no crimes to trace.
We’re just lying with the street;
A lamp is shone—
In bottles in our hands, we gather need.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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